This movie began with a good idea: cast Peter Dinklage as Cyrano de Bergerac. And then somewhere it went off the rails. (Wheels fell off, kangaroo in the paddock). They had to edit it to suit a small person without a big nose, then they edited it beyond all comprehension, then (prepare yourself) they made it a musical.
A musical. Thankfully, not Cyrano! with an exclamation point.
Seriously. They didn't tell you it was a musical in the advertisements, did they? No. There's a reason for that. It's another example of having non-singers sing in musicals.
It got a little better at the end. But still, "my white plume" is replaced with "my pride," and there isn't enough about his pride during the movie to merit making it the last line.
All in all, it seems like a good idea destroyed by committee. Do not recommend.